VI
They hae sought it up, they hae sought it down,
They hae sought it maist severely,
Till they fand it in the fair plum-tree
That shines on the bowling-green of Airlie.
VII
He hath taken her by the middle sae small,
And O but she grat[1157] sairly!
And laid her down by the bonnie burn-side,
Till they plunder’d the castle of Airlie.
VIII
‘Gif my gude lord war here this night,
As he is with King Charlie,
Neither you, nor ony ither Scottish lord,
Durst avow to the plundering of Airlie.
IX
‘Gif my gude lord war now at hame,
And he is with his king,
There durst nae a Campbell in a’ Argyll
Set fit[1158] on Airlie green.
X
‘Ten bonnie sons I have borne unto him,
The eleventh ne’er saw his daddy;
But though I had an hunder mair,
I’d gie them a’ to King Charlie!’